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[serving_love]

...So. Think I’m gonna go out this afternoon. Probably grab dinner on the island. Anyone else wanna come?

I’ll leave shit in the galley, too, if you’d rather stay.

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Then you'll haveta watch your face, swirl-brow.

...Okay, fine. Makes sense, I guess.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

You know what, I'm just gonna kick your ass all up and down the dance floor, ya shitty swordsman.

Of course it does. My logic always makes sense.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Don't be a moron and I won't have to step on your dumbass foot.

Except when it doesn't.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It has nothing to do with me being a moron and probably everything to do with you secretly being a clumsy oaf!

Which is never.

I think I’m gonna wear my fedora.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

I know how to move, moron, I never stepped on Michiko's foot even once!

...What are you, obsessed with that thing or something.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

You probably just got lucky.

I just know it looks good! Besides, it fits the dance style.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

I have very good control over my body, cook.

If you say so.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Mm, fine, I guess you do.

You want one?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...? Well. Of course.

...Why would I?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

What, I can't agree with you?

Why not?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

It's kinda unusual, you gotta admit.

...'Cause it'd be stupid?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I've seen you demonstrate your oh-so-amazing control over your body before, that's all. Certain yoga-induced instances aside.

How is that stupid?! It'd look good. Probably. I've got one you can borrow!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Right. So you have. And that doesn't count.

...You've gotta be kidding.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Oh, it totally counts. If your control falters when you're all ~distracted~ then apparently it doesn't hold up very well under pressure.

Nope! Come on, you've got a vest somewhere, don't you? If not, I've got extras.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

I was surprised, asshole!

No, I don't have a vest. We're just going to a bar or whatever, what do I need to play dress-up for.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Well what if I surprise you somehow again tonight and then you STEP ON MY FOOT, huh?

Ah, I'll grab one of mine then. Put on jeans. And because I FEEL like it, dumbass! It won't kill you.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Unless you're planning to BEND IN HALF like that on the dance floor, it won't be an issue, idiot.

...Che. Fine, whatever, dartboard brow.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll do exactly that!

Oh come ON—wait, really?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...WHAT THE HELL.

Well if you're gonna be such a pain about it. Not like it's a suit or anything, I guess.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It could be a very elaborate dance step...

Maybe you'll actually like it! You never know, marimo.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...No. No it couldn't. You wouldn't do that one in public, anyway.

Yeah, when pigs fly, cook.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I might! ...Except probably not. I'll just think of something else.

It's not like it's uncomfortable.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

What, you want me to step on your feet?

Then maybe I won't dislike it. Like is going too far, though.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

No...I'm just trying to think of ways to catch you off guard now. For no reason.

Alright, alright. But see? You've looked worse.

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...No reason, huh. Sounds dangerous.